On Monday I attempted to repeat Sunday's miraculous bedtime with little success. And this time I didn't have Zach as backup in the other room. But he was just a short phone call away. He was at a board meeting for just two short hours, and I managed to orchestrate a complete meltdown for all three of us, including yet another bloody lip for Molly (she triped, bumped her chin, and bit her lip). Fortunately that was nothing a little ice to chew on didn't cure. But we did end up with all three of us having a good cry together. And Molly got to take care of us - when she started crying about missing daddy I told her I missed daddy, too. And so she rolled over in bed and petted my head and told me that it's okay, he'll be home soon. Zach came home and promptly instituted a new rule: until further notice, there must be at least a 1:1 adult to child ratio in our house at all times. In a few weeks we'll likely be able to lift that rule, but until then, I actually appreciate it.
So, while he was
in LA with Jimmy Carter (!) we carefully followed his rule. Between Nana & Flor (Paz's sister, since Paz has moved on to another family), we survived 2 days without daddy. And still, we were very very happy when daddy came home.
and now, in completely unrelated photos...
Portrait at 17 days:
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